Frerard- Sick Day

Frerard- Sick Day
Frank's POV
Gerard hung over the side of the bed we shared. The blanket wrapped tightly around him, his face pale. He groaned. I looked at the clock. It was 1:30 in the freaking morning and he still wasn't asleep. He was sick, although he had been denying it the whole day. I rubbed his back and gave him a small smile. "You need some sleep, Gee." His glassy eyes looked up into mine. "Frankie…" he whispered before he started violently coughing, hacking up some nasty stuff. Ew. I held him in my arms and felt his head. He most definitely had a fever. "do you want to watch TV? I asked him. He nodded slowly, hesitating.  To his surprise, I lifted him right out of the bed, revealing his batman boxers…and only his batman boxers. I smirked, keeping my dirty thoughts to myself. Gerard shivered. "Frank, im freezing!" he whined. I layed him on the couch and went back to grab the blanket.
We both sat, cuddling on the couch, watching re-runs of Saturday night live. "I'm gonna take your temperature , Gee." I said getting of the couch and walking to the medicine cabinet. "nooo." He whined, curling up into a ball on the couch where I was once sitting. I came back in a matter of seconds, and ordered Gee to open his mouth. "Frank, I already know im sick, you don't have to take my temperature…" "open your mouth." He looked up at me, almost innocently. "gee…" he reluctantly opened his mouth. I stuck the thermometer inside. I waited for the damned thing to beep and I looked at the numbers. He had a fever of 104 degrees! "Holy shit, Gerard!" he looked at me. "*cough* I take it that's bad." I watched him as his face turned a light green. "Gee…are you okay? Gerard?" he gagged. "oh god…" I said, jumping off the couch and running somewhere to grab a garbage can. I ran back quickly just in time for Gerard to puke his brains out.  I pushed his hair out of his face. "poor baby…" when he was done, he curled up in my arms and cried. "god…Frankie I feel so sick." "you need some medicine, Gee, some Tylenol will make you feel better." "I hate medicine!" he groaned, burying his face in the blanket. "you need it. You're sick." "no…" god, he was so stubborn. "I'll be back." I said, going back to the medicine cabinet again.
I came back holding the liquid Tylenol. Gee took one look at it and clamped his mouth shut. "c'mon, Gee! Its not that bad! It taste like fucking grapes!" "THAT'S EVEN WORSE." I could only imagine what he was like when he was a kid. I poured some of the medicine in a spoon. "NO. HELL NO, FRANK GET THAT STUFF THE HELL AWAY FROM ME. IM NOT EVEN THAT SICK." I giggled. "yes you are!" he still shook his head.   "open you mouth." He made a whiney noise and hid under his blanket. "Gee, are you five?!" I asked." He remained silent. " GERARD ARTHUR WAY. I SWEAR TO GOD, I WILL SHOVE THIS DOWN YOUR THROAT. YOU KNOW I WILL!" he sat up. "frank, no please…FINE I'LL TAKE IT, JUST GO GET ME SOME WATER!" I handed him the spoon. I stood up and began walking into the kitchen almost emmeidiatly realizing he was up to something. Sure enough, I turned around to see him pouring the medicine from the spoon into the plant next to the couch. "GERARD!" I marched right back over to him, quite angrily, but mostly just frustrated. "FRANK, PLEASE! IT'S NASTY, AND I HATE IT!" I poured the medicine onto the spoon. "im going to stand here and watch you take it." "but…" "NO BUTS!" I handed him the spoon. He stared at it. "now..." I glared. He squeezed his eyes shut and shoved the spoon in his mouth. He swallowed it and began to make hacking noises. "you're so dramatic…it wasn't even that bad!" he wrapped his arms around me. "I feel like crap." He sniffled. "I love you." I sighed. I stared at him for a moment before kissing his lips.
The next day, I felt just as sick.

The End.